We're taking a trip this weekend to attend a family reunion of sorts. My great-aunt Margie will celebrate her 90th birthday and her children and grandchildren will travel in from around the country.
I love to visit with this side of my family. I am very grateful for their warmth and kindness.
Sitting next to my great-uncle feels just like sitting next to my own grandfather, his brother. I don't know exactly why...could it be the height of his shoulder or the similar bone structure? The Pittsburgh dialect and the tone of his voice?
A long time ago my mother remarried. My "new father" asked this side of the family not to spoil me anymore.
He was doing what he thought best at the time, I'm sure.
I'm really in need of some spoiling right now. I can't wait to hold Aunt Margie's hand, listen to the sounds of my cousin's voices, and if I'm really lucky, there will be pierogies too.
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